“I’ll fix it,” Daz said. “You get in the car, miss. Get out of the cold. Phew! It’s cold, isn’t it?”
“Yes… but please don’t bother. I’ll take a taxi.”
“Hop in… I’ll fix it… won’t take me a jiff.”
She unlocked the car door and got gratefully into the little car, closing the door. She watched his movements. He was very quick. Under ten minutes, he came to the car window, wiping his hands on the seat of his hipsters.
“All fixed, miss… you can get off.”
She looked up at him through the open car window. He leaned forward, staring down at her. Was there something of promise in his young eyes? she wondered. Her heart was jumping about like freshly landed trout.
“Can’t I give you a lift?”
She smiled and when she smiled, he decided she wasn’t all that bad to look at.
“You wouldn’t be going near Knightsbridge?” he asked, knowing that was where she lived.
“Oh yes… Church Street.”
“Well, a lift would be nice.”
He went around the car and slid in beside her. His shoulder touched her and she felt as if she had received an electric shock.
She was furious with herself because her hand was shaking so violently she couldn’t get the key into the ignition lock.
“You’re cold. Like me to drive, miss?”
Silently, she handed him the keys and he slid out of the car as she moved over to the passenger’s seat. Her skirt got rucked up on the gear lever. She hesitated, then knowing her legs and slim thighs were her only attractive features, she let her skirt remain as it was.
“I’m frozen,” she forced herself to say as Daz got under the driving wheel.
“Me too… it’s perishing.”
She expected him to drive fast and flashily, but he didn’t. He drove well, keeping just under the 30 m.p.h. limit and with expert confidence that surprised her.
“Do you live in Knightsbridge?” she ventured.
“Who… me?” He laughed. “Nothing so posh. I live in a rat hole in Parson’s Green. I’m out of work. Whenever I get down to my last quid I like to walk around Knightsbridge and window shop. I imagine what I would buy from Harrods if I had a mass of lolly.”
She looked at his handsome profile, and again she experienced this devastating pang of desire.
“But why are you out of work?” she asked. “People need never be out of work these days.”
“I’ve been ill. I’ve got a weak lung… plays up sometimes… then I get laid off. I’ve been laid off now for two weeks.” Daz thought: The lies I can tell. I almost believe this myself. Then feeling he was laying it on a little too thick, he added, “I’ll get something next week, I’m feeling fine now.”
Natalie digested all this.
“I’m glad.”
He turned and gave her a smile that had earned him his nick name. She felt sloppily weak as her desire for him mounted.
“You don’t have to worry about me, miss. No one, including me, worries about me.” He paused, then went on, “You’re out late, aren’t you?”
“I often work late.”
“Church Street you said?”
They were now driving by Knightsbridge Underground Station.
“Yes.”
“You live on your own?”
Oh yes, Natalie thought bitterly. Alone… always alone.
“Yes.”
Daz’s eyes moved to her legs, exposed to above the knee. Poor cow! he thought. This is going to be easy.
“Well, tots of people live on their own,” he said. “When they get back from work, they shut themselves in their dreary rooms and that’s it until they go out to work the next morning. That’s why I like to walk the streets at night. Staying in my room on my own gives me the horrors.”
“I can understand that.” Then as he began to drive up Church Street, she went on, “This is the place… on the right.”
Well here’s the crunch, he thought. Is she going to invite me in?
“You mean this big block here?”
“Yes. You go down the ramp to the garage.” She hesitated then said in a small voice, “I expect you would like a wash after changing that tyre. I think you deserve a drink too.”
He hid a grin. He had felt it would be easy, but not quite this easy.
“Yes. I could do with a wash,” and he drove the car down into the big lighted garage.
They went up in the lift to the fourth floor. Neither of them looked at each other on the way up nor spoke.
She unlocked her front door and led him into the small, bright sitting-room. “Do take your coat off.” Her voice was very unsteady.
He looked around.
“This is real nice.”
She came to know nice was his favourite word.
“The bathroom’s through there.”
She left him in the bathroom and she took off her coat and scarf, feeling desire for him raging through her. She was still standing in the middle of the room, white and shaking, when he came out of the bathroom. He knew at once there would be no trouble.
We don’t know each other. I’m Daz Jackson.”
“I’m Natalie Norman.”
“Nice name… Natalie… I dig for that.”
They stared at each other, then he moved close to her and slid his arms around her.
She shivered as his hands moved down her thin back. For one brief moment, her subconscious mechanism fought to repulse him, but her need was too strong.
She was only dimly aware of being carried into the bedroom. She relaxed on the bed moving a little from side to side as he stripped off her clothes. Then she gave herself up to his animal lust.
Daz Jackson opened his eyes and let out a long, slow sigh. Well, for shouting aloud! he thought as he looked up at the white ceiling. Who would have believed it. It’s the best I’ve ever had!
He turned on his side and looked at Natalie who lay on her back, her hands covering her small breasts, sleeping. He regarded her body. Good, pity about that face. He gave her a gentle prod in the ribs.
“Wake up! I’m hungry. You got any food?”
She stirred and looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a satisfaction she had never known before. She felt as if a hidden door she had long been searching for had suddenly opened and the sun and the breeze and the sound of the sea had come into the barren, dark cave in which she had lived for so long.
“Food… of course.” She sat up, swung her legs off the bed and snatched up a wrap. “Stay there . .. I’ll get you something. Would you like a drink… I have only gin.”
He regarded her. Her anxiety to please, the soft look in her eyes and her eager trembling made her a bore.
“Just grub.”
She ran into the kitchen. He waited a moment, then got off the bed and struggled into his clothes. He saw by the bedside clock that the time was 02.25 hrs. He listened, smelling bacon frying, then he looked around the small neat room. He looked beyond the doorway, across the sitting-room and saw her standing by the stove in the kitchen, her back to him. Working quickly, he went through her chest of drawers. In the top drawer he found a gold cigarette case, a gold lighter and a small jewel box which contained a string of pearls and two rings of little value, but he took all of them, dropping them into his pocket. Then he lounged into the sitting-room and stood in the kitchen doorway.
“Smells nice,” he said.
She turned and smiled at him.
“Can you eat more than four eggs?”
“That’ll be fine.”
She hurried past him and quickly laid the table.